Upcoming Story Group Opportunities:
In person Story Group restarts January 12th (3 spots left)
Online Story Membership Program restarts January 19th (1 spot left)
These stanzas from John O’Donahue’s poem “At The End of the Year” are guiding my reflections of the past months and turning me towards the future. You can read the full poem here.
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old fields
Where expectations seemed to have quenched.
The slow, brooding times
When all that was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced every sore with salt.
The darkened days that stopped
The confidence of the dawn.
Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we have loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.